SCARLETT.
"Finn, can we not talk about who I've been texting? What I said still stands."
He nodded. "Sorry for asking."
Whatever I was doing now was either going to make or break my relationship with Raya and Finn.
Volkov was planning to visit after so much persuasion. Though I hadn't told him about Raya and cancer— which was not in my place to do, he was coming to visit me at the hospital anyway.
He already got his plane ticket and was to land at LAX tomorrow and I had never been so excited.
I had spent most of yesterday planning and brainstorming because I didn't want this to end as a disaster or something they'd all hate me for and I really hoped it worked.
SCARLETT.Finn and I sat in his car for a long time. We were back at the hospital and the car was parked in the parking lot.He stared right ahead of him, his fists clenched around the steering wheel. He didn't say anything for a full minute and when he did, his eyes held anger."But why would you do that? Do you know how things ended with him and Raya?"I nodded while fiddling with the hem of my shirt. "I know how things ended with them both. It wasn't a nice ending and they might still be in love with each other."“And now do you know that?!"I sat up. "Firstly, I would really appreciate it if you stopped snapping at me like a kid and secondly, Raya told me everything. I made sure I was
FINN.It was time for the movie at the theater. We had already helped Raya into her wheelchair. Though one of the nurses told us we'd have to return her two hours later as she had to take her medication. I had never seen Raya look this happy and I imagined the happiness leaving as soon as she set eyes on Volkov. I shouldn't have agreed with Scarlett's ideas. But she had a way of making me feel guilty. She had done the same thing on the day she suggested paying for my mother's trip.Scarlett wheeled Raya down the corridor and both women giggled as they talked about random things. It was nice to see her getting along with someone after she had alienated all of her friends. Maybe she needed someone in her life. A friend. Friends, maybe."They both get along so well," My mother said as we got to the entrance of the cinema. "I've not seen
SCARLETT.I really shouldn't be feeling nervous right now, but I can't help it. My palms were clammy and I could feel sweat drip down my back as I walked out of the lobby through the chrome-framed glass rotating doors.Volkov already informed me he was waiting in the parking lot. He even sent a picture of a small signboard close to where his car was parked.I closed my eyes and heaved a sigh, counting down from twenty to zero and praying to whoever was in the skies listening not to make this a flop. This was my first time meeting Volkov, so telling how his reaction would be was nearly impossible. All I could do was hope and pray that his reaction would be worth it.What if he got mad? I mean, Raya didn't end things with him on a good note. In fact, things had ended really
RAYA.I had to be dreaming. I was probably reacting terribly to my refusal of taking my sedative. Maybe I was seeing an angel who accidentally looked like Volkov. Or maybe I was dreaming...But he was real. I looked at Finn and he looked quite uncomfortable. He definitely has something to do with this. What annoyed the hell out of me was that I didn't even know how to react to this. It was so sudden, I would have had a heart attack if I wasn't so healthy there.My mother was equally shocked. She went to the nurse and asked her to return later and when she came back, she pulled Finn out along with her, leaving just I and Volkov alone in the room.Of all the awkward things I had ever experienced, this was the most. Firstly, I wasn't expecting him here. Secondly, I didn't know how
FINN.Raya was asleep. Volkov decided to leave. According to him, he wanted to gather his thoughts. He didn't leave without giving me a disappointed look though.Scarlett had slipped away without my notice. I had been too invested in listening to whatever they were both saying. They had quite an argument. Even the nurse was worried about her blood pressure spiking from the yells. She had to go in when Raya burst into tears.My mother stood opposite the door with arms folded as she listened silently. I couldn't tell what was on her mind but I knew she was worried.After Volkov left, she walked back to me, looking worried. "Do you think Raya is going to be okay? Her surgery is in two days. She has to be well all round but-- but she doesn't seem to be fine now. She's in a st
SCARLETT.The drive to the grocery store was really short. Finn asked me to wait for him as he was only going to be in there for a few minutes. And while I did, I decided to check my phone.There was no text from Volkov. Just a text story on his Instagram page. I tapped on it and it read thus:Life could come back at you, hit you right in the face, and leave you stunned and guilty.I turned off my phone and leaned back against the seat of the car. He was talking about today. It was all my fault. No matter how Finn tried not to make it, not my fault, I still felt this nudge. It made me feel really guilty. Maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe I should have just left things in the past.But a part of me liked this. A part of me commended me fo
FINN."And if I don't want to?"Lord knew I was under some influence to say all of these. Because if not, where the hell was the audacity coming from? After I had told myself that maybe things were supposed to be this way even if I was missing her, I knew there was no way in hell I could resist her.She stared up at me, her green eyes piercing right through her soul. It was at this moment that I knew how terribly I missed her. There was a stubborn streak in her eyes. One which told me to leave her the hell alone and another that begged me not to leave her alone. I wasn't planning on doing so, anyway.My eyes dipped down to her chest. She was wearing a large T-shirt but one of the arms had fallen down her shoulder and I could glimpse a
SCARLETT.By the time Finn was done with dinner, I was almost falling asleep on the couch again. I pushed myself to my feet when he tapped my arm.He stood above me with a frown on his face and this had me wondering what must have happened while he was cooking.He was probably this way because of the very uncomfortable conversation we had prior to me falling asleep. Well, I had said what was on my mind. If he had a problem with it, it was solely none of my business."Dinner is ready," He said before walking away.Shaking my head, I slid out of my seat, not wanting to bother myself about his very strange attitude.Dinner was served by the time I got to the kitchen. Chicken soup, basma
THIRD PERSON’S POV "You know, it would do no damage if you told me where you were going that night," Scarlett asked as she leaned back on the lounge close to the pool area, hands on her belly, watching as Finn flipped steak on the grill. It had been three months now and that question had gone unanswered. No excuse for the lie Finn told could exonerate him. He turned towards her and sighed. "If you worry less about that night and more about the babies we are to have in less than six months, it'd be a good thing." She sat up. "Really? My husband sneaking out of the house late at night when he's supposed to fuck me the next morning doesn't deserve an answer?" Finn blew out a heavy breath and flipped the steak again before he turned to look at her, both hands on his hip. He looked really funny in the apron he was wearing. "I am starting to believe that the only reason you keep asking me this question is because I should have been fucking you instead of sneaking out of
SCARLETT. Worst day of my life. I didn't want to think of how things had gone this morning; how I had cried several times and ruined my makeup. How I had yelled at everyone, not minding if they were just there to do their jobs. None of the bridesmaids were my friends. I had told my friends I didn't want them to be bridesmaids when I was getting married to a man I hated the most. Wasn't it weird to be married to another man while going through a heartbreak from another to whom you had confessed your feelings to and he had done the same? Things were only going to get shittier from here and my parents were to blame. I hadn't spoken to either of them and as my father curled his arm for me to slip mine through, I cursed the day I was born into this family. I should have been poor and less privileged. Maybe Finn and I would have gotten married. I wondered what he was doing now. Happy with his family, on his way to falling in love with another woman who wasn't as problematic as
FINN. I'd gotten to the verge of telling her that I was her groom. It had taken a lot of restraint for me to actually walk away. As I drove towards the warehouse, I stared at the bag she had returned to me and sighed. I hated to put her in this position but that was it. After dealing with Kelvin tomorrow, I was to see the designer in charge of my wedding tux to get it fitted. It was going to be a long day for me tomorrow. As soon as I got to the warehouse, one of the guards standing by the entrance of the warehouse hurried towards me and bowed. "Boss, they are all waiting inside for you." Was I ever going to get used to being addressed as boss and treated like one? Because why did it feel a little weird that this man was treating me like a god? My father must have really had a huge impact on them for them to show me this much respect, age regardless. The warehouse was filled with people. Some worked on cars, and some sat around tables with drinks in front of them,
SCARLETT. All day, I waited for Finn to return with mixed feelings. What if something went wrong again? Wasn't he going to see Raya? He was supposed to be back in about three hours. But it was seven hours already and quite late. I had tried distracting myself with movies but then, my father had sent a text, telling me that my wedding dress was ready and would be delivered on my wedding day because he didn't want me ruining it. What the hell was going on? When I sent him a text, informing him that I was no longer getting married and that I didn't care if he was going to take all that I had, I didn't get a response. Calling him was futile because he didn't even pick up my call. I had to call my mother, who informed me that everything happening right now was out of her control. I had been infuriated by her words but that was it, I guess. I had spent the rest of the day fuming and waiting for Finn to return so I could narrate my ordeal to him. I was in the
FINN. For someone who I had believed was so powerful and controlling and could do anything he liked, Scarlett's father could really be humbled. After he had asked me to wait, he had led me to his study, his demeanor changing from one of scorn to the utmost respect. It was really amusing to see him humbled. We spoke for minutes and he decided that we had to work together. I hadn't made it easy for him anyway. I kept throwing jabs of how much of a terrible father he had been to Scarlett. "Finn, I know all of these," He had said at one point. "But I had to do certain things because she was my only child. If I hadn't been hard on her, she wouldn't be where she is today." "By that, you mean being aware that she was molested when she was a teenager and you did nothing about it? Going ahead to get her married to the same man who molested her when she was young. That's how you thought you were training her?" I asked, my voice laced with disgust. "You really did a bad job
FINN. I watched as she slept in my arms. We had talked after our kiss and she'd told me how she'd been at the therapist's twice this week and was getting better. I was so proud of her. She could actually do without me having to be there. She was becoming a better version of herself and I was extremely glad that I was there to witness it. I was never going to let her leave my side. She belonged to me now and it felt refreshing to know that this woman loved me as much as I did and had, in fact, loved me for a long time. Things were starting to fall into place. Meeting her was a miracle. I had to admit that to myself. Ignoring the ups and downs, she was really a blessing to me. Somehow, she has made me a better version of myself to her and my family. With her, I'd been able to afford a whole lot and I found out the truth about my father's life and how he was killed. I couldn't tell her. This was top secret but there was someone else I could tell. Someone who knew
SCARLETT. I had been pacing about the living room when I caught a glimpse of a black, matte Maserati stopping in front of my house. I had paused, wondering who it was, and when a familiar figure came out of the car, dressed impeccably and looking like he hadn't gone through a series of tortures from the man I hated most in the world, my heart flew. The glass of brandy I had been holding slipped into my hand and crashed to the floor as I burst into a fit of tears while still running toward him. Just as I opened the door, he was there, standing before me with a smile and I just knew, I just knew I had to tell him everything. I just knew he meant a lot to me. We were seated on one of the couches and I couldn't just take my hands off him. I touched his face, searched his hands for any form of bruises, and even had to pull his chest up. I covered a hand over my mouth and more tears slipped down my cheeks when I saw the red marks, he had gotten from being constantly electro
FINN."Your father, Fernandez Edwardo, was the Lord of the Dark Knight Mafia," Jason began. "He was the founder of this great foundation. He picked us all up when we needed to be helped. We were wanted for crimes we didn't commit and he stood by us till it was all resolved. We were recruited by him and that was when he created this group. After years of working hard, and putting in sweat and blood, we became one of the most influential Mafia groups in Italy. He finally decided that we extended to other parts of the world and America was one of them."This had to be some sort of movie set I was about to act in, right? This was the script being read out to me? The summary? But I listened."Things went well here and then, when it was time for us to return to base, he met your mother. Eliana. He fell for her. Hard. But one thing he didn'
FINN."Finn Davis?" He frowned. "Trenton Davis's son.""How do you know my father?" I asked and coughed."Damn!" He turned to the men by the door. "Lose him the fuck up!"But Kelvin stopped him. "Why should we do that?! He's my prisoner and he's going to be killed anyway!"The man turned to him with a glare. "You seem to have forgotten your place here, Kelvin. I advise you to step aside if you don't want things to go down wrongly for you.""And who the fuck is he that you want him untied, huh?!" Kelvin grumbled.The man turned to him. "He's the son of our late boss! So you better pay your fucking respects because he's now in charge of everyone as soon as he has been sworn i